~Unwell~

This is -really- strange and, in my mind, -really- disturbing.

You'll only really understand this if you know me. But some of it is F-I-C- T-I-O-N!!!

And it doesn't make much sense, but...

And please don't get pissy at me for how badly it's written and how short it is. Keep in mind that I'm half mad with stuff right now...

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I've seen them. They all talk about me. About my strange ways.

Except for you.

But you're gone

I've seen them. When I walk into the room they're in. They all stop and look up at me. Then they turn back to their friends and start whispering.

Except for you.

But you're gone.

I hear them. They think I can't, but I always hear them... Especially when I'm asleep.

I'm different. Too different. And they all hate me for it.

Except for you.

But you're gone.

And they all wish I was dead.

And so do I.

You always told me to hold on.

But you're gone.

Death is quite strange, really. I don't think any of us truly understand it.

After someone dies part of us still believes they're still there. Still out there in the large, yet so small, world.

I want to visit you.

There's a mystery to death. Probably the greatest mystery there is. No one will ever truly find the answer to it.

Save for those who are dead.

Like you.

I miss you.

I want to see you again.

I'm sorry, love. I know I promised, but some promises can't be kept. You were the only one who cared.

And you're gone.

It's funny how knifes never hurt as much as you think they would.

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Unwell

Matchbox Twenty

All day staring at the ceiling

Making friends with shadows on my wall

All night hearing voices telling me

That I should get some sleep

Because tomorrow might be good for something

Hold on

Feeling like I'm headed for a breakdown

And I don't know why

But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell

I know right now you can't tell

But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see

A different side of me

I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired

I know right now you don't care

But soon enough you're gonna think of me

And how I used to be...me

I'm talking to myself in public

Dodging glances on the train

And I know, I know they've all been talking about me

I can hear them whisper

And it makes me think there must be something wrong with me

Out of all the hours thinking

Somehow I've lost my mind

But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell

I know right now you can't tell

But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see

A different side of me

I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired

I know right now you don't care

But soon enough you're gonna think of me

And how I used to be

I've been talking in my sleep

Pretty soon they'll come to get me

Yeah, they're taking me away

But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell

I know right now you can't tell

But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see

A different side of me

I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired

I know right now you don't care

But soon enough you're gonna think of me

And how I used to be

Yeah, how I used to be

How I used to be

Well, I'm just a little unwell

How I used to be

How I used to be

I'm just a little unwell

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It's short, yes, but it didn't really need to be longer. To me anyway.

The song is there for the deceased and I alone.

It's a good bye, in a sense, to a very very dear friend of mine who was always there for me.

It's also a thank you to someone, for if they hadn't been here for me the above probably would've been true.